My thinking was Brussels would be like going to Dallas, but flatter. It turns out Dallas needs to loosen up if it’s going to challenge Brussels for excitement. Here are some photos collected one day during a walk about.
Buying vegetables at a sidewalk market. This and a number of businesses seem to be run by Arabs.
In Brussels, as in many places, if you want to get your message across, get it across in English. Truth be known, the origin of the English language is a few miles from here on the Frisian Islands.
Waiting for lunch at Pronto Pizza.
The street outside.
This part of town, ideal for street performers.
An offer you cannot refuse.
You want Belgian waffles? We got Belgian waffles. Come on over.
Belgian waffle going, going, gone.
The gay pride crosswalk has been scrubbed by a year’s worth of traffic.
Big square, bunch of people milling around. Favorite pastime? Have your wife stand still for five minutes while you get the right photo.
Many streets blocked to auto traffic by these. I do not know what they are called.
If you ever suspected there would be a chocolate museum in Belgium, you were right all along.
I suspect this is not the world’s largest Belgian waffle.
And here it is, the original pee baby sculpture.
And a spectacular shopping gallery that stretches two blocks through the whole business.
Once again, if you want to get you message across, get it across in English.